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So Eleanor brings home an essay (she's 8) about her family. I get, 'My mom writes Buffy stories and is a contest' (think she means one was entered in a contest). 'My Dad's name is David. Mom sometimes gets mad at him' (Called on this as I'm usually accused of being sloppy and kissing him way too much, she said, 'there was that time we went to St Jacobs last month. Ah. The time we took two cars, I didn't know the way and Daddy suddenly veered over four lanes of traffic and accelerated to 120 in his nice red Camaro, so me in my Intrepid was terrified and left in the dust and took the wrong exit and got lost. That time. Hell, yes, I yelled!) "My dad is at work now, he is sometimes late and misses my sister going to bed." (Cue violins and/or Social Services. This happens about once a month; he's usually home by 6 and spends an hour or two with them).
She got B- for that. Hmm.
In other news, I made a total dork of myself at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eliade's LJ by not being able to say her name right, except I was but I didn't know that. It was a thing. I still feel painfully embarrassed with a bruise from banging my head on the keyboard.
And if LJ doesn't start emailing me comments, I'm going to start tapping my foot with tight lips as it's very hard to go back to where I posted and see if people replied. I'm losing track. And I thought no one was reading the last installment of Behind Closed Doors and I cried. No, not really. But they were and the feedback was sitting there and I didn't know for ages. Hours. One at least.
She got B- for that. Hmm.
In other news, I made a total dork of myself at
eliade's LJ by not being able to say her name right, except I was but I didn't know that. It was a thing. I still feel painfully embarrassed with a bruise from banging my head on the keyboard.And if LJ doesn't start emailing me comments, I'm going to start tapping my foot with tight lips as it's very hard to go back to where I posted and see if people replied. I'm losing track. And I thought no one was reading the last installment of Behind Closed Doors and I cried. No, not really. But they were and the feedback was sitting there and I didn't know for ages. Hours. One at least.